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 Into the following day, I stumbled upon shelter. It looks to be abandoned, and as if it has been for quite some time. I'm hardly settled but have gained a small and much needed sense of security. There is little left behind, some jars containing "ingredients" that just can't be for food. They could be anything. Potions, maybe? For now it must be best that I don't touch them. Due to desperate circumstance, this little shack is enough to call home. Although, it is not entirely comfortable. It is a familiar place in an unfamiliar world. Who could blame me for wondering if it's as normal as it appears?